dreams

The Soul Game

[This is a chapter from a currently-unpublished book I’m writing on meditation and mindfulness.]

As a spiritual being, one possible way to think of life here on Earth is as a “game” that serves as a training ground for the soul. It’s a game like other games, so it has many levels, and they get harder and harder as you progress. So in this case, the better you become at the game of spirituality — the Soul Game — the harder the levels become.

To help set some rules for the game, let’s say that it has fifty levels. The first time you play the game you’re born here on Earth in Level 1. Hopefully you score some points and move up, so maybe by the time it’s “game over” for your first lifetime, you’ve passed Level 9 and you’re playing on Level 10. Maybe you get a brief break in between lifetimes, but the next time you’re born you start right where you left off, at Level 10.

This brings me to a very important rule: Once you start playing the Soul Game, you’re strapped in for eternity. (That was clearly mentioned on page 52 of the End User License Agreement.) Once you’re in the game there are only two ways out:

First nightmare in many years

Had my first nightmare in many years, and woke up crying. I had just been told that one of my favorite people on Earth had died, and I was being told over the phone how it happened.

The short story is that there had been a bad storm, and trees and power lines were down. Two friends were driving on Bardstown Road, and they were side-swiped by a yellow car that presumably kept going (as a hit-and-run). Nobody was hurt at that point, but the two people got out of the vehicle to inspect the damage to their car, and that’s when the death occurred.

I don’t know how it happened, because in my dream I was starting to lose the phone connection, but I assume they were hit after they got out of the vehicle.

Good thoughts and bad thoughts are just like clouds in the sky

Just before I woke up Wednesday morning I had a particular thought in my head. As I pondered that thought I heard a feminine voice in my head say that good thoughts and bad thoughts are like clouds in the sky. They come and go, and when they’re gone the sky is blue.

After I heard that I laid in bed (still asleep) and wondered if that would be a helpful thing to tell anyone else.

Traveling to an old cathedral for training (a lucid dream)

Dream notes from June 27, 2017: As I feel asleep I was ripped out of my sleep body by some sort of lucid dream tractor beam, then pulled backwards through space. Eventually I came to um ... “somewhere” ... and when I turned my head to see where I was, I found I was being pulled towards a very large, old cathedral. The tractor beam continued to pull me butt-first, right through the closed front doors of the cathedral. Why open a door when you can go through it?

Inside, the tractor beam dropped me off at a spot near some stairs. Somehow I knew what I was supposed to do — this wasn’t punishment, it was a good thing — and I went with a group of other people up the stairs. I saw a few familiar faces and either said “Hey, how have you been?” to them, or nodded to acknowledge others who were farther away.

Walking up the stairs, a woman started talking to me. Most of it was in English, and then some words were in another language. I tried to tell her that the Universal Translator apparently wasn’t translating what she was saying, but to no avail. I remember that two words she said were, “sonó toma,” which Google translates in Spanish as “sleep takes.”

We all filed into a room where I saw a few more familiar faces. We sat in chairs like we were in college again, or more like we were attending a seminar. I thought that was funny, “A seminar for sleep travelers.” I hoped the speaker would be good. Or maybe it would be a series of TED talks for lucid dreamers. Those thoughts made me wonder who organized the event.

I won’t share the rest of what happened, but hopefully I’ll see you at the cathedral one day. :)

“In a world full of people, only some want to fly, isn’t that crazy?” ~ Seal

Dream of the night sky and a distance classroom

Had a fun dream overnight. At first I was laying here in my bed and having a hard time falling asleep, but at some point it switched to me laying on the floor, in the living room area but near the kitchen. Someone was in the kitchen, but it’s twelve hours later now and I can’t remember who. For a long time I laid there uncomfortably, thinking I was awake, but I was only awake in a lucid dream.

Then I felt the usual sensation that’s hard to describe — like you can feel that something is about to happen — and I was pulled away and out through the front wall of the apartment. I was flying, or at least levitating, looking up at the night sky. It was beautiful, and I could have stayed there for a long time.

Then I was pulled away again, eventually approached a tree, and then landed. Wherever this was, there was a building, and a number of other people were also arriving at the same time. We went inside, and a slightly older woman was trying to usher us into a room. It felt like it was some sort of classroom and she was going to teach us something.

Unfortunately I was rapidly whisked away and woke up in my bed. It was all a good time, but seeing the night sky like that was particularly amazing.

Dreams of my deceased brother-in-law helping people

In one of the stranger things to happen in dreamland, I’ve had several dreams with my brother-in-law in them in the last few weeks. He passed away last summer, and each time he appears, he’s a translucent white color, and as I observe him, he keeps helping people within the dreams. Last night a man passed away in a bed, and then my brother-in-law appeared and picked the man up and carried him away.

Though I have lucid dreams all the time, these are particularly unusual because I haven’t had a translucent person in a dream since I was less than eight years old. Back then we lived in Chicago and right after I’d go to bed, a translucent man would come out of the closet and try to play with my toys, in particular a large model Boeing 727 aircraft. (Which is probably more than you want to know about my dreams, lol.)

I Still Forgive You

We were playing at our camp when my older brother — who was standing on higher ground than I — saw something in the distance. He stood upright, then perfectly still. After a few moments he turned to me in a look of panic I had never seen before, pointed in a direction opposite from where he was looking, and screamed, “Run! Run!” I was startled at his behavior but I knew that something was very wrong, so I ran. And I ran.

I ran as fast as I could, weaving through the brush and constantly changing my course as I was chased by a white man on a dark horse. I thought I might be close to safety when I darted through some bushes, but I ran right into a creek that was too wide to jump across. As I paused for a moment to decide how to continue, the white man shot me in the back.

In intense pain and sudden shock, I stumbled forward into the creek, bent over with one hand in the creek. As I attempted to stand up and regain my balance, I was shot in the back again. This time my body flew forward towards the opposite side of the creek. I tried to control my fall but could not, and my torso slammed against the land. The right side of my face was pressed against the ground, my eyes still open. My right arm was trapped under my body, my left arm was somewhere down my left side. My legs lay in the creek’s water.

No dreams come without a bill

“No dreams come without a bill. The reality of making something happen is just a ton of hard work.”

~ Peter Gabriel

You’re dreams don’t die until you give up on them

“Keep grinding man. If you’ve ever been down, misplaced, overlooked, just keep grinding baby. You’re dreams don’t die until you give up on them. Just continue to keep working.”

~ CJ Anderson, let go by the Broncos, Panthers, Raiders, and now a star in the playoffs with the Rams